I just hammered out a new ending for the Exile saga. I seem to be addicted to happy endings. Then again, Darla deserves a little happiness.
I guess I really need to write a stand alone story for this week's part of the 52 challenge. To be honest, I've already lost count, so I don't know whether I'm ahead or behind.
Oh, good. It would be really embarrassing to fail this. I've been beating my brains trying to come up with an original story today, but all I've hammered out is an awkward conversation between Kathy Keen and Dr. Heinous. When I started this nonsense, I thought I'd be writing about spaceships and lasers, but I keep writing about difficult relationships instead.
If this writing is therapy, what happens if it actually works? If I resolve all my neurosis, will I still be able to make up stories?
Perhaps I shouldn't be so eager to slay my demons.